My Ugly Swollen Face, Dark Bedroom And The Only Light Is My Phone Screen While I Write This Shit.
My ugly swollen face, dark bedroom and the only light is my phone screen while I write this shit.
Preacher in my head trying to make sense of all the pain this life have caused me and guessing if any of it was my fault.
Maybe it was, maybe it’s an important lesson I was supposed to get.
Maybe.
Maybe one day the childhood memories gonna come back and I’ll understand what I did so wrong that God’s only choice was to deeply traumatise me and let me suffer til I die.
Maybe.
Maybe I die without living a day without being terrorised by these nightmares.
Maybe.
But I’m scared I won’t stick around for long enough to learn how to not feel pain.
Maybe.
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Feeling like I’m repeating my mothers mistakes.
I tried but I’m so tired.
05.06.2018
Я очень сильно устала. Устала от всего. Во мне нету эмоций. Я просто отработала своё актёрское мастерство и притворяюсь.
Эти последние дни вообще сплошная ложь.
Я серьёзно не знаю как долго протяну...
Всё болит.
Ноль эмоций.
08.05.2018
Я честно старалась. Ну да рукожоп я... и что теперь?
Папа сказал на это: «опять рисуешь свою депрессивную фигню».
Да пошёл он...
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